Oh, You Are The Roots That Sleep Beneath My Feet And Hold The Earth In Place

I met you through a common friend

In the attic of my parent's house

And though I didn't know it then

I soon was finding out

You are the roots that sleep beneath my feet

And hold the earth in place

Each time a faucet opens

Words are spoken

The water runs away

And I hear your name

No, nothing has changed

There was this book I read and loved

The story of a ship

Who sailed around the world and found

That nothing else exists

Beyond his own two sails

And wooden shell

And what is held within

All else is sure to pass

We clutch and grasp

And debate what's truly permanent

But when the wind starts to shift

Well, there's no argument

I sing and drink and sleep on floors

And try hard not to be annoyed

By all these people worrying about me

So when I'm suffering through some awful drive

You occasionally cross my mind

It's my hidden hope that you are still among them

Well, are you?

Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet

And hold the earth in place

Each time a curtain opens, sunlight pours in

A lifetime melts away

And we share a name

On some picturesque grave